Chapter 21 #2
She screams my name, reaching down for me as she grinds into my face.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to, nor do I want to.
All I want is her pleasure. Her thighs clench around me, and I feel her drawing closer to the precipice as I slide down and thrust my tongue into her, tasting her tight, wet channel.
I lap at it before freeing one hand and sliding two fingers inside her, then I focus on her clit again. I abuse it the same way I treated her sensitive nipples until she whimpers, riding my fingers and face with desperation that borders on painful, and then she finally gives in and shatters for me.
Power explodes through me as she comes. We feed from each other, but it’s still not enough.
I lick up her release, drinking it down until she comes again, but when I would carry on, she yanks my hair, pulling me to my feet.
I go willingly, her taste in my mouth as she wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me.
Elara strips off my shirt and slides her hands down my back, stroking and teasing every inch of my skin until my muscles are hard and tight.
I shudder in her grip and bite her lips until I taste blood.
Every stroke of her soft hand is followed by a power surge so strong, it nearly makes my knees buckle, but it’s the comfort and desire I feel from her that has me pulling her closer and reaching between us to free myself.
Her hand is suddenly there as she leans back, blood dripping down her chin from my teeth, but I feel my own spread across my lips from her.
Watching me hungrily, she wraps her hand around my length, fisting me tightly as she guides me to her body.
Then, with her eyes on me, she impales herself.
She’s too hot, too wet, and too perfect.
I can’t take it, even as I thrust deeper, burying myself as far as I can go.
Her hands turn into claws in my back as she stutters out a breath, and then we move.
Our lips clash as I pull out and thrust back in, hard and fast. Even if I wanted to be soft, she wouldn’t let me.
Her ass lifts to meet me, urging me to move faster and harder until our bodies slap together loudly in the small room.
The wet sound drives me insane as her mouth rips away.
I don’t let go, biting and sucking every inch of skin I can reach.
I take my hunger out on her as she does the same to me.
Our powers meeting, a clash of lust and dark magic that makes us both cry out, and then she comes for me.
Her cunt clenches down so hard, I can’t pull from her body.
Elara’s claws slice up my back as her eyes close in ecstasy, her skin glowing brighter than the lights.
The sight is so magnificent, I want to weep, but my own hunger demands acknowledgment, and when I manage to free myself from her body, I am nothing but lust.
I manhandle her, pulling her from the sink, and her eyes fly open.
Turning her, I force her to meet my gaze in the mirror as I drive into her from behind. My hand wraps around the beautiful column of her throat, and I drag her head back until she can’t look away. I know she needs this connection as much as I need to see it’s her.
We are both broken in the same ways.
“Ami,” she whispers, reaching backwards to grip my hair as she pushes back to take me deeper.
Our eyes remain locked as we fuck, the mirror fogging from our breaths.
The sink creaks under the force of our coupling until it cracks and then crashes to the floor.
We ignore it, even as water starts to spray.
Nothing could break us apart now. Our magic demands this, and so do we.
I run my eyes down her back to her cunt, watching where I am invading. How could anything this beautiful be wrong? How could anything this right ever be anything but fate?
“Look at me,” she demands, and my eyes rise and clash with hers. “Only at me. I want to see your eyes when you fill my cunt with your release. I want to drink every thought and emotion in your gaze.”
I cannot deny her anything, even as my eyelids want to slide shut in ecstasy and my hips lose rhythm. My heart almost gives out from the pleasure, and my legs shake as it explodes through us in a shower of bright power and beauty.
Magic and pleasure roll through us, from her body to mine and back as we feed. It’s a circle that cannot be broken until it finally ebbs away, freeing us. We gasp and sway, her hand hitting the mirror to break our fall as I slump into her, barely able to stay on my feet.
I kiss her shoulder and then her cheek softly, worshipping her skin. I wish the words in my soul would be enough to tell her what she has done for me. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” she replies.
“I do,” I murmur. “That was the first time anyone has ever let me choose what I want. It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted someone for real without powers, and it’s the first time I’ve ever come without it being forced. Thank you, Elara.”
Her eyes flare, and I know my smile is bitter and sad. “Now, let’s go get your home back . . . when I can walk.”
She laughs, the ghosts in her gaze retreating, and we lean into one another, seeking the comfort of each other’s warmth and skin.
Our magic is sated and flows between us like a comforting, warm wave.
I’ve never felt stronger. I know it’s her energy mixed with Eversor’s and Corbin’s, and it’s delicious.
I help her clean up and dress before we look at my shirt. I shrug and just leave it open, since the buttons are broken, as I take her hand and open the door, knowing the others will be looking for us.
When we step out, we freeze. Corbin, Frost, Eversor, and Luan are blocking the hallway, to the irritation of the drunk clubgoers, to give us privacy.